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There have been times when I was waiting for someone to rescue me and they didn’t. There were people that I thought I could count on, who genuinely loved me, but couldn’t do what I needed to do. They didn’t have what I needed, they couldn’t be my saviors. I have a savior, his name is Jesus. I should not expect anyone to take on the work that only God and I can do. I believe that God has equipped me with everything I need. I also believe that when I don’t have it all that it means that I’m supposed to team up with the right person to do the work together. I wasn’t made to be alone or work solo. I’m a human. I’m a diasporic African. I’m a Christian. To me, those things mean that I’m communal. In community, we have built civilizations, survived the Ma’afa, made a way out of no way, and created beauty in the face of horror. In community, we have and can continue to do great things. We can overcome. We have overcome. We are powerful. I am powerful.

“She need a hero, so that’s what she became” but not alone. Never alone. I have a team.

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Rev. Dr. Stephanie Buckhanon Crowder (@stepbcrowder) is the Director of Theological Field Education at Chicago Theological Seminary (full biography at the end). In this guest blog post, Dr. Chowder reflects on the painful experience of being denied tenure, but also on bouncing back, and even seeing the “silver lining,” in this (temporary) professional setback. She offers some tips for other scholars who have been denied tenure to remain resilient.

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To Be Conditionally Unaccepted

“Isn’t it crazy how the world tries to make us ashamed of so much.” I heard this recently from someone describing shame emanating from unexpected health challenges. Things beyond our control can so quickly become a source of embarrassment. Pride, professional expectations, and pretention easily spiral to chagrin. When plans do not go, well, according to plan, it is common to press the “shame on you” default button. Discussing success is the academy is…

I turned in my final paper for the semester on a Saturday night (technically Sunday morning, I think) a few weeks ago and thus finished up my first year here at Notre Dame. The last year has flown by and I can’t believe it’s already summer. I’m going to be staying in South Bend, tutoring Latin, taking a class this summer (Patristic and Medieval Interpretation of the Psalter with Ann Astell), and preparing for my own class in the Fall (teaching Latin 1).

Here are some bits of advice I’ve come up with from this year:

1) Don’t take everything personally. You are not your work. You could absolutely fail every exam and paper and your worth wouldn’t reduce a single iota. It is extremely easy to get wrapped up in our work, staking out our identities in what we study. You have value beyond your Eco-Feminist reading of Virgil…

Originally posted on Fusion: Not all girl scouts are concerned with peddling shortbread cookies. There’s one troop of young girls in Oakland that discusses matters of racial inequality and wear brown berets in an homage to radical civil rights groups. The girls,…

Wasn’t I supposed to be writing about my Sabbatical? Oh, yeah, my bad. Let me work on this. Watching Game of Thrones, Season 4. Was happy to see women with small natural breasts. Weird thought. Only in an imaginary land is it okay to have natural and small breasts. I’m sure I’m exaggerating. Maybe not?

This is going to be super random. I’m happy to have electricity at home. It was off for 4 days. My husband did some awesome stuff today, the Comed tech did some cool work, shout out to the “line watcher”. Weirdest job ever. Standing near a downed power line watching it until it’s fixed. I’m actually impressed by this person but it seems like it would be no fun at all. Lawn chair, please? I appreciate his work though, for real! Thankful.

Grumpy about racism, sexism, classism, and other stupidity that hurts people and separates. More work to do. Not all my work. But I need to say stuff sometimes. Sometimes i say what I shouldn’t. I want to get more wisdom and learn how to articulate better and explain more clearly and choose my battles.

Originally posted on Manda Writes Things: Last week one of my Facebook friends posted a link to a blog entry titled My Husband Doesn’t Need to See Your Boobs. I didn’t want to click on it, because I was sure…